That journey led, after a few moments, to the mango-mezcal mixture being strained into a coupette glass and garnished with a twisted mango peel. Pree placed it onto a slightly battered coaster emblazoned with the hotel's name and slid it over. "A fruity drink for the gentleman with the excellent taste." He leaned forward, one elbow propped against the bar. "Tell me your thoughts and don't be shy."
The latter was probably unnecessary advice; Mobius seemed to be adjusting to his circumstances better than most. Even Pree had his moments of despair, of missing the Royale and his Killjoys. But not so Mobius. He had his gator, he had his new experiences. Frankly, he was an inspiration. And he was easy on the eyes, which didn't hurt one bit.